Cold Eyes

A tale of an undead woman (A continuing story)

Snow sprinkles down on to the city street. In the curtain of snow a figure appears. Grace Fairewood, walks with her hands in her coat pockets. It is hard to tell the shape of her face through the snow. Her skin is almost as white as the snow. The only way to see her coming is by her dark wardrobe and exceptionally dark hair that passes her shoulders.

Time slows down and what makes Grace stand out more in the crowd is that while everyone else is heavily dressed in winter coats and snow boots, Grace is wearing a light coat and black tennis shoes. Everyone except her is covering his or her faces. Nothing seems to faze her, not even the painfully cold wind. Suddenly the crowd blurs and the only clear image is of Grace walking.

Grace walks on with her head down and when she looks up she stops in front of this bridal shop. She sees a young woman posing in front of a mirror in her wedding dress. The only expression you get from Grace is through her eyes. It’s as if the world just got very dejected.

The beams of sunlight shined through the window on to a young Grace. Her skin was ivory and she looked alive. Her smile was infectious and the room seemed to glow even more. She was standing in front of her mirror in her wedding gown. It was made of the simplest of silks and lace. Back in the Elizabethan era it was a beautiful time. A time where art flourished and the creative juices poured into many glasses. Grace’s hair was long and was a chestnut brown. A voice is heard in the distance; ‘You can have that day again if you really wanted it.’

Back to the present Grace turns around and looks at the man behind her. Alexander Horsey, a man with round black-framed glasses and had a pale coffee toned complexion. At first glance he looks fairly young. Take a longer look and you noticed he is aged. His dark hair has a hint of gray. He has lived far longer than you and has seen things no living creature can imagine. ‘You tell that to the man who was left waiting for me!’ Grace snapped back.

‘I saw you behind me when I left Leventhorpe’ she said. ‘Why didn’t you stop me then?’ Alexander asked. Grace looked at him and smirked ‘Because, I know you didn’t want me to know. Takes the fun out of the chase.’ And with that she walked into a crowd and disappeared with Alexander rushing off behind her.